Hey guys! I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated for several days, I was really
busy over the weekend. I actually don't feel like writing now, but I owe
it to you guys for being lazy and not updating.
Oh, several people asked me how old the crew is. I was thinking they were around 17; in their junior year at Seijou High.
Disclaimer: I dun own nuttin!!!!!!! 'Specially CCS!!!!!!!!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Syaoran smiled at Tomoyo halfheartedly in the car. This was what he had always wished for- a romantic date with Tomoyo. It was strange how he felt so...distant around Tomoyo. Like they were friends, not lovers.
Tomoyo glanced curiously at Syaoran. He looked thoughtful, not stuttering and trying to make her happy like she'd thought he'd be on a formal date.
Syaoran had been after her as his girlfriend for three years now, ever since freshman year. After seeing how worked up Syaoran got at casual, friendly dates, she would've thought he'd be stiff and proper.
She muffled a giggle in her silk scarf. After finding out she liked gentlemanly guys, he was obsessed with his manners and appearance. It was sort of nice knowing you had this effect on somebody.
Syaoran pulled to a stop at a fancy, expensive restaurant. This was his first date with Tomoyo, and the start of their relationship. He glanced fondly at Tomoyo, but her sleek, shiny hair seemed to have lost their captivating luster in Syaoran's eyes. Syaoran blinked. Was it just him or did Tomoyo seem more normal now?
He smiled, then shook off the thought. He was just getting closer to Tomoyo. "We're here; Giovanni's." He opened the car door for her and took her arm as she got out.
Tomoyo clapped her hands in delight. The food here was wonderful, and she loved elegant places like this.
Syaoran smiled at her eagerness. In his mind, he thought of Sakura clapping her hands together like that after he took her to the carnival, once. Only, Sakura seemed to be more innocent, even cuter than Tomoyo right now. He should call her about taking her to that carnival.
Syaoran rebuked himself, annoyed.
As Syaoran was thinking these thoughts, the two arrived inside the restaurant, waiting next to the reception counter.
"Reservation, please." The man at the counter, with a slight accent, had a small moustache and wore a fashionable tux with coattails.
"Li." Syaoran barely paid him any attention, still lost in his thoughts.
"Right." The man called to another man, a server. He turned back to the new couple as the man he called came over. "He will be your waiter tonight."
The waiter, a man wearing a tux with a black bowtie, bowed to them gracefully, when Tomoyo noticed something familiar about him.
"E...Eriol-kun?" She said, disbelieving.
Syaoran snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his rival's name stated. "Nani (What)?" He was more surprised than angry. What was Eriol doing here?
Eriol looked surprised, as well. "Tomoyo-san? Syaoran-san? What are you doing here?"
Syaoran got angry. "We're on a date. Of course we are allowed to come here! What are you doing here?"
Eriol smirked in his classy, dignified way. "I work here. Duh? And since when are you guys dating?"
It was Syaoran's turn to smirk. "Since yesterday morning," he told Eriol matter-of-factly. It was strange. Right now, making the king of mysteriousness mad was more interesting than talking with Tomoyo the goddess.
He popped back into reality just in time to see Eriol's eyes practically pop out of his face. Eriol turned, pleading, to Tomoyo. "I thought you said we were going to be dating for a while!"
Tomoyo averted her gaze, a little guilty. "That was just...to pass the time."
Eriol was crestfallen. "You mean...you didn't want to go out with me?" Tomoyo was tempted to say, yes, yes I do want to go out with you, after seeing his sad face and puppy dog eyes. Eriol was handsome and gentlemanly, but Sakura liked him.
Taking Tomoyo's silence for a no, Eriol sighed, and reverted back to being waiter. "Well, come along. Your table is this way." He led the way, obviously disappointed.
Tomoyo watched him, sadly. She did like Eriol a whole lot, but unfortunately, so did Sakura. And she wasn't about to let a guy break up their friendship.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After he had dropped Tomoyo off at her humongous mansion, Syaoran sighed in relief. During the whole dinner, Eriol had been especially cold to them. It was somewhat unnerving, having your waiter send icy glares at your back when eating. Tomoyo didn't mind, but he guessed that was because she was used to him.
He started the car and drove off to his apartment. Opening his door, he saw a big mess near the couch and remembered the Marmalade Boy movie he and Sakura watched a few days ago. He still hadn't cleaned up after it. He smiled and shook his head, surveying the damage. A box of Kleenex sat on the couch, and crumpled balls of Kleenex were practically overflowing his small trash bin. Sakura was such a sensitive girl; he thought it was cute the way she cried at little things.
He still remembered the summer of sixth grade.
~~~~~Flashback~~~~~
"Syao-kun!"
Syaoran pulled to a stop and looked over his shoulder to see his best friend, Sakura, on the ground, sniffling and crying. They had been racing, him on his bike and her on her rollerblades, when she cried out.
He quickly set down his bike and ran over to her. "Saku-chan! Daijoubu?" He knelt down by her, inspecting her scraped knee.
Sakura nodded, tears running down her cheeks.
"You'll be fine, it's just a small scrape." Syaoran pulled her to her feet. Once her tears dried, Syaoran tried to lighten the mood a little.
"Poor, sensitive Sakura," he teased. "Or should I say...preschooler? Or would you prefer crybaby? No one would believe you're a sixth grader!"
Sakura laughed a little as she punched him lightly in the arm, sniffling a little. "Meanie." She pouted at him.
Syaoran grabbed his arm, and twirled around in circles. "I'm...wounded...you got me," he gasped overdramatically. He slowly sunk to the ground, playing dead.
When they arrived at home, no one was sad and both were laughing, despite Sakura's scrape.
~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~
Syaoran laughed quietly.
As Syaoran fell asleep, he couldn't help but wonder...after his first date with Tomoyo, why was he still thinking of Sakura?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yay, I think Syaoran is starting to realize his true feelings...how sweet...*sighs dramatically* You know, I could get used to holding other people's lives in my hand...
I'm expecting next chappie to be really angsty. It's gonna be a reflection on Syaoran, Sakura, and Tomoyo's feelings. I'm sorry to all Eriol lovers, looks like this love triangle mainly deals with S, S, and T.
I didn't actually expect to have Eriol turn up, but he did. Even I was surprised, and I'm the author! It's not everyday you have a writer surprised by her own work, ne?
Please review and tell me what you think! I think more Sakura angst is gonna be coming up next chappie, so keep on reading!
Pink_hime_sakura
Oh, several people asked me how old the crew is. I was thinking they were around 17; in their junior year at Seijou High.
Disclaimer: I dun own nuttin!!!!!!! 'Specially CCS!!!!!!!!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Syaoran smiled at Tomoyo halfheartedly in the car. This was what he had always wished for- a romantic date with Tomoyo. It was strange how he felt so...distant around Tomoyo. Like they were friends, not lovers.
Tomoyo glanced curiously at Syaoran. He looked thoughtful, not stuttering and trying to make her happy like she'd thought he'd be on a formal date.
Syaoran had been after her as his girlfriend for three years now, ever since freshman year. After seeing how worked up Syaoran got at casual, friendly dates, she would've thought he'd be stiff and proper.
She muffled a giggle in her silk scarf. After finding out she liked gentlemanly guys, he was obsessed with his manners and appearance. It was sort of nice knowing you had this effect on somebody.
Syaoran pulled to a stop at a fancy, expensive restaurant. This was his first date with Tomoyo, and the start of their relationship. He glanced fondly at Tomoyo, but her sleek, shiny hair seemed to have lost their captivating luster in Syaoran's eyes. Syaoran blinked. Was it just him or did Tomoyo seem more normal now?
He smiled, then shook off the thought. He was just getting closer to Tomoyo. "We're here; Giovanni's." He opened the car door for her and took her arm as she got out.
Tomoyo clapped her hands in delight. The food here was wonderful, and she loved elegant places like this.
Syaoran smiled at her eagerness. In his mind, he thought of Sakura clapping her hands together like that after he took her to the carnival, once. Only, Sakura seemed to be more innocent, even cuter than Tomoyo right now. He should call her about taking her to that carnival.
Syaoran rebuked himself, annoyed.
As Syaoran was thinking these thoughts, the two arrived inside the restaurant, waiting next to the reception counter.
"Reservation, please." The man at the counter, with a slight accent, had a small moustache and wore a fashionable tux with coattails.
"Li." Syaoran barely paid him any attention, still lost in his thoughts.
"Right." The man called to another man, a server. He turned back to the new couple as the man he called came over. "He will be your waiter tonight."
The waiter, a man wearing a tux with a black bowtie, bowed to them gracefully, when Tomoyo noticed something familiar about him.
"E...Eriol-kun?" She said, disbelieving.
Syaoran snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his rival's name stated. "Nani (What)?" He was more surprised than angry. What was Eriol doing here?
Eriol looked surprised, as well. "Tomoyo-san? Syaoran-san? What are you doing here?"
Syaoran got angry. "We're on a date. Of course we are allowed to come here! What are you doing here?"
Eriol smirked in his classy, dignified way. "I work here. Duh? And since when are you guys dating?"
It was Syaoran's turn to smirk. "Since yesterday morning," he told Eriol matter-of-factly. It was strange. Right now, making the king of mysteriousness mad was more interesting than talking with Tomoyo the goddess.
He popped back into reality just in time to see Eriol's eyes practically pop out of his face. Eriol turned, pleading, to Tomoyo. "I thought you said we were going to be dating for a while!"
Tomoyo averted her gaze, a little guilty. "That was just...to pass the time."
Eriol was crestfallen. "You mean...you didn't want to go out with me?" Tomoyo was tempted to say, yes, yes I do want to go out with you, after seeing his sad face and puppy dog eyes. Eriol was handsome and gentlemanly, but Sakura liked him.
Taking Tomoyo's silence for a no, Eriol sighed, and reverted back to being waiter. "Well, come along. Your table is this way." He led the way, obviously disappointed.
Tomoyo watched him, sadly. She did like Eriol a whole lot, but unfortunately, so did Sakura. And she wasn't about to let a guy break up their friendship.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After he had dropped Tomoyo off at her humongous mansion, Syaoran sighed in relief. During the whole dinner, Eriol had been especially cold to them. It was somewhat unnerving, having your waiter send icy glares at your back when eating. Tomoyo didn't mind, but he guessed that was because she was used to him.
He started the car and drove off to his apartment. Opening his door, he saw a big mess near the couch and remembered the Marmalade Boy movie he and Sakura watched a few days ago. He still hadn't cleaned up after it. He smiled and shook his head, surveying the damage. A box of Kleenex sat on the couch, and crumpled balls of Kleenex were practically overflowing his small trash bin. Sakura was such a sensitive girl; he thought it was cute the way she cried at little things.
He still remembered the summer of sixth grade.
~~~~~Flashback~~~~~
"Syao-kun!"
Syaoran pulled to a stop and looked over his shoulder to see his best friend, Sakura, on the ground, sniffling and crying. They had been racing, him on his bike and her on her rollerblades, when she cried out.
He quickly set down his bike and ran over to her. "Saku-chan! Daijoubu?" He knelt down by her, inspecting her scraped knee.
Sakura nodded, tears running down her cheeks.
"You'll be fine, it's just a small scrape." Syaoran pulled her to her feet. Once her tears dried, Syaoran tried to lighten the mood a little.
"Poor, sensitive Sakura," he teased. "Or should I say...preschooler? Or would you prefer crybaby? No one would believe you're a sixth grader!"
Sakura laughed a little as she punched him lightly in the arm, sniffling a little. "Meanie." She pouted at him.
Syaoran grabbed his arm, and twirled around in circles. "I'm...wounded...you got me," he gasped overdramatically. He slowly sunk to the ground, playing dead.
When they arrived at home, no one was sad and both were laughing, despite Sakura's scrape.
~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~
Syaoran laughed quietly.
As Syaoran fell asleep, he couldn't help but wonder...after his first date with Tomoyo, why was he still thinking of Sakura?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yay, I think Syaoran is starting to realize his true feelings...how sweet...*sighs dramatically* You know, I could get used to holding other people's lives in my hand...
I'm expecting next chappie to be really angsty. It's gonna be a reflection on Syaoran, Sakura, and Tomoyo's feelings. I'm sorry to all Eriol lovers, looks like this love triangle mainly deals with S, S, and T.
I didn't actually expect to have Eriol turn up, but he did. Even I was surprised, and I'm the author! It's not everyday you have a writer surprised by her own work, ne?
Please review and tell me what you think! I think more Sakura angst is gonna be coming up next chappie, so keep on reading!
Pink_hime_sakura